Joe...i watercolor and do pastels...no oil or acrylics ...i sketch when i'm out and about...draw dogs cats..people and scenes...what ever catches my fancy...i also do things strictly from my imagination...have done some cartooning

i had a small comic strip for a while about my dog Handsome...a Queenland Heeler and my Bengal cat Pippi

he was the dignified one...she was his BOSS...as cats always r...in real life he was her protector and took her for walks down Main St

she was the only cat allowed to go into every store while Handsome had to wait outside ;-)

if she got too interested in the merchandise Handsome had to bark her out

Wild, my first comic strips were about my dog, too! I still have a few around here that my mom salvaged from the garbage after I moved from home to CA --- I think I stole most of the setups from Peanuts/Snoopy comics, but you can never go wrong with a cartoon dog.......

u have long gorgeous hair

Thanks - I'm hoping it'll be the same color as yours soon! While hibernating out east last winter, I almost got my first haircut since 1977. But then I realized the hair was the only thing keeping my ears from freezing off ---

lord have mercy Jay...don't cut ur hair!!!!!!...my Pippi and Handsome cartooning looked like the 2 of them in real life

one was about how upset Pippi was to move out of a 100 year old hotel/whorehouse/boarding house because it was a great mouse hunting ground and she liked how people just dropped in and made themselves at home if they were to drunk to drive out of town...or there was black ice on the road

she was skeptical of the black ice (in the comic strip) and Handsome would have to chase her out into the middle of the street to get see if she could maintain her catlike traction...if she couldn't she'd give the visitor a sandpaper kiss and they could stay the night

it wasn't unusual to find coffee brewing by someone who'd wander in at 2 or 3AM...to start the coffee at 5AM

i never minded the bachelor farmers and cowboys coming in to sleep if needed

the doors were never locked..and our keys hung permanently in our car...it was that kind of town just simple down home honesty and hospitality

the best part was that each of our nite visitors (who were mostly over 80) would tell us tales of the history of the house

we found out it was a whorehouse in the 1800's and sat way outside of the town proper...altho it was only 4 blks from the current downtown area when we lived there.... each room had a different number..that should have tipped us off...hahahahahahahaha

oh i could tell u ssssssssssssssooooooooooooooo many stories about "The Ole Home Hotel"

we were its only occupants when we lived there...it was a big old ramshackled 2 story building with one renovated apartment down stairs that we lived in

i'm gonna have to hunt thru so many boxes Sdaniels..remember what i told u about my Photobucket being hacked..everything was gone..i got my picture poems back..but the cartooning along with several years of Mandela-ing were lost..i have the originals but have to hunt them up